Like nearly all of the iPhone community, I too was excited when Apple announced the iPhone would now support Multimedia Messaging Service (MMS). When with Verizon, I grew accustomed to sending and receiving pictures to my mobile device. When I moved to AT&T after I bought the iPhone 3G, I was shocked to find out that AT&T did not support MMS on their network.

I was equally shocked when Apple and AT&T announced that MMS would not be immediately available through the AT&T network but that the feature would be delivered “late summer 2009). There have been rumors swirling around the Internet stating the reason for the delay was not a technical issue with the AT&T’s 3G network but rather it was a problem with the AT&T customer database that prevented the iPhone to be properly identified as a potential MMS client.

Now that I have my Shoei X-Eleven helmet and Trina has her Sparx S07 helmet I thought we were all set to start riding.

We took a couple of short rides and while they were a lot of fun, we found it difficult for us to communicate while on the bike. There were times when I wanted to ask Trina whether she wanted to stop at a particular place or continue on the trip. Likewise Trina wanted to let me know when she needed something without having to resort to one handed sign language while clinging to the back of my jacket.

I was invited to attend a Microsoft Windows 7 party in Phoenix. The purpose of this all-day meeting was to introduce Information Technology professionals to their newest operating system Windows 7 as well as to introduce us to the latest versions of Exchange Server and their server product.

While I do have a few Windows machines, my preference is clearly to Apple’s OS X operating system. I wanted to go into this meeting with an open mind to give this new operating system an opportunity to show whether it was an appropriate replacement to Windows XP and Windows Vista.

I always thought of myself as being relatively smart. I mean I had been assessed to be at a genius level through IQ tests, I had been invited to join Menza (which I declined opting instead to wait for my invitation to join Womenza since I figured I stood a better chance of meeting girls in that club), I graduated from college with a bachelor’s degree in two years, and I even figured out Rubik’s cube without resorting to peeling off the stickers on the cube like my brother did. Why is it then that I am constantly being outsmarted by my wife?

I am not implying that Trina is not smart. Quite the contrary, she graduated from school with honors and her grades were exemplary. I’ve concluded that Trina is “tricky smart” meaning that she somehow makes me believe I am getting the upper hand in things and then she suddenly pulls the rug out from underneath me and I am left scratching my head wondering what just happened.

When I first bought my Harley-Davidson Night Train it came with a full face helmet. The helmet was one of the best they had at that time at the dealership. I wanted a full-face helmet but wasn’t sure how comfortable they were. The salesman suggested that I consider a module helmet.

For those of you who are not sure what a modular helmet is let me explain. By the way, until that night I had no idea what he meant when he said modular helmet. When I heard that term all I could think of was a helmet made out of Lego blocks; that’s not what it is.

Every once in a while I end up in a conversation with my wife Trina that is completely random leaves both of us scratching our heads wondering how in the world we got to this point. Let me preface this with a few useless facts. For the past couple of days I have not been feeling well fighting a stomach virus that has been going around lately.

I’ll be the first to admit that when I am sick I am one of the biggest babies in the world. It’s weird, I can play a baseball double header with a broken arm or throw an entire season with a torn rotator cuff and not think anything of it but if I get sick, I turn into some kind of sniveling pile of dirty laundry that just wants to lay in a corner in the fetal position.

While I never quite consider myself as being old, I am constantly reminded by my kids exactly how ancient I am. I must be getting older because I find myself using the phrase “Back in my day…” more often. I remind my children about how difficult it was when I was growing up and although I haven’t reached the point where my entire childhood was spent fending off bears in the snow as I trudged to school uphill it is getting close.

Recently for my son’s birthday I bought him an iPod Touch with 16GB of memory and a touch screen and built-in wireless networking. When I gave him the gift it came with yet another story of my childhood. I explained to him that when I was a kid there was no such thing as a personal computer. I may as we have just admitted that I was actually an alien and was transported to this planet in some kind of time vortex.

Almost as soon as we brought a baby home from the hospital I had a computer set up for them in their room. The kids have grown up never knowing what life was like without a computer available to them. Every couple of years the computers get upgraded to newer technology to ensure that each member of the family has the appropriate technology to meet their needs.

I have noticed that at each technology refresh junction the data storage needs have grown exponentially. Early on I could get away with a small hard drive that would store not only the operating system and programs but also all the data the user would need. As the kids have grown, their needs have changed and so has their appetite for storage.